Remember the Thorns!
Where does the end of horizon lie? You think you’re just there. But no! You’re never there. Like the fluttering butterfly your journey’s end keeps changing its path. May be its because there’s lot more to it; more to see, more to explore,…
Unending Destination
The journey of our life is precious, and the beauty of it lying into its unending destination. Often we venture alone, fighting for a living, trying our best to cope with the shifts and jolts of unknown happening. The life in Bangladesh is always…
The Breath of Cold Earth
The air at midnight has a specific weight, a damp velvet that clings to the back of the throat. I remember standing in a field where the frost had begun to knit itself into the blades of grass, turning the ground into a brittle, silver lace.…